<div class="rockskippostcharbio"><div class="rockskippostbioimg"></div><div class="rockskippostbioname">Rockpaw</div> <div class="rockskippostbioinfo">It's already a knot, so ready or not<br>I'm gonna try to untie it, though it's terribly taut.<br>So it won't be for naught, I'll give it all that I've got,<br>To untie the un-untieable knot</b></div>

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Rockpaw was in high spirits as he trotted back to the camp, dragging behind him what had been a pristine skein of wool yarn, once upon a time. It was now a wet, matted, felted mess. He had found it laying on the ground near where some twolegs had had a picnic out on the moors, and it was amazing.

<p>Of course, he had been sent out to catch rabbits for the clan. Again. And he had come back with nothing. Again. In all truth, although the young tom was over a year old, he had yet to successfully catch anything. He would get sidetracked, and spend the afternoon splashing in puddles, chatting with kestrels, playing with bits of twoleg rubbish, making up games, or whatever other bit of nonsense he found instead of doing what he was supposed to be doing.

<p>He wasn't getting better.

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<p>OOC: I'm back. Please assume that Rockpaw has been here, in the background, being of absolutely no practical use to anyone.

<div class="rockskippostcharbio"><div class="rockskippostbioimg"></div><div class="rockskippostbioname">Rockpaw</div> <div class="rockskippostbioinfo">It's already a knot, so ready or not<br>I'm gonna try to untie it, though it's terribly taut.<br>So it won't be for naught, I'll give it all that I've got,<br>To untie the un-untieable knot</b></div>

<div class="rockskippostcontent">OOC: This is set after the "ShadowClan Sneak Attack" thread.<hr><p>Rockpaw sat silently on the lookout rock, shuffling his paws back and forth. For a long moment, he found himself studying one of the paws, how the claws could flick in and out. How the toes curled and uncurled. The pattern of the fur. The-<p><i>No.</i> Had to stay focused. Had to pay attention. He sat up a little taller, and scanned the horizon. In truth, the young tom was shaking from excess energy. His tail was going absolutely mad. He felt like <i>he</i> was going mad.<p>To relieve some of the tension, Rockpaw turned in a tight circle on the rock, and found himself almost losing his balance. He managed to recover his balance, and forced himself to sit back down. The last thing he wanted was to drag his sorry tail into the medicine cat's den because he hurt himself falling off a rock for no reason.<p>He had thought of eight different games and ten different things he'd like to explore, but Ivymask had told him he needed to sit here and keep watch for the rest of the day, so he would do it. It was driving him crazy. But he would stay.<hr>

<div class="rockskippostcharbio"><div class="rockskippostbioimg"></div><div class="rockskippostbioname">Rockpaw</div> <div class="rockskippostbioinfo">It's already a knot, so ready or not<br>I'm gonna try to untie it, though it's terribly taut.<br>So it won't be for naught, I'll give it all that I've got,<br>To untie the un-untieable knot</b></div>

<div class="rockskippostcontent">Rockskip still hadn't caught anything. Ever.<p>He had had instruction from Woolbird, Smudgenose, and even some rather intense training from his sister Tailpaw, but so far there hadn't been anything to show for it. His mackerel stripes were good for camouflage, even if his silver color wasn't, but that just wasn't enough to make up for the clumsy mittenpaws he hadn't grown into yet. He was optimistic, though. Tailpaw's feet had extra toes too, and she was incredibly graceful now. Maybe all he needed was time for the rest of him to catch up to the paws in size.<p>Still, though, it was important that he practice. At the moment, he was watching a small warren of rabbits from the tall grass. They had chewed all the grasses around their holes into a short, green lawn. The lack of long grass there made approaching unseen almost impossible, and none of them were grazing close enough to the tallgrass for him to take one.<p>There was a small fellow grazing maybe ten tail-lengths away. Firepaw was fast enough that he had a feeling she'd be able to catch it with ease, but Rockpaw knew his own abilities well enough to know that once he made two bounds it would quickly outdistance him.<p>Okay, so, he couldn't hunt rabbits today. Maybe he could learn a bit about them. Rockpaw stepped out into the clearing. One startled stamp later, and all of the rabbits ran for cover. He just dropped to a comfortable laying position in the sunshine, stretched out to take a nap, and ignored them.<hr>When he awakened, the rabbits had all returned from their burrows, and were grazing comfortably. None were close enough for him to make a run at, but he hadn't expected them to be. His tail twitched a bit, and he batted at it, trying to grab and bite it. Kittenish behavior, true, but it helped him think.<p>He was still thinking, and still fighting with his own tail, when he noticed a few of the rabbits watching him. Inspiration struck<p>The battle raged on, first with his tail, then one hind leg, then another. He spun and whirled and occasionally hissed his most terrible hiss. He rolled this way and that, occasionally leaping up in the air as if to snag a passing bird, only to land in a tumble that sent him sprawling. He raged his tiny, impotent rages as he battled the fearsome beasts that were his tail, his hind legs, and the stripes on his sides.<p>The rabbits seemed amused by his foolish antics. So amused that they didn't notice him edging closer and closer.<p>He was about three tail lengths away from the nearest rabbit when he launched himself after it. They panicked and bolted, but he was too close now. Excitement thrumming in every nerve and muscle, he hurled himself on the nearest rabbit, a big scarred buck with an odd tuft of fur between it's ears<p>Had Rockpaw been the full-grown version of himself, or the apprentice version of a much larger cat, it might have worked. Unfortunately, he was the apprentice version of himself: four and a half pounds of cat clinging to almost six full pounds of angry rabbit. The rabbit screamed and kicked out <i>hard</i> with its hind legs, connecting solidly with his stomach. The first strike was startling, the second winded him completely, and the third knocked him loose.<p>The apprentice lay panting on his side as the big rabbit disappeared down into one of the burrows. Well, that didn't go at <i>all</i> like he had hoped it would.<hr></div>

<div class="rockskippostcharbio"><div class="rockskippostbioimg"></div><div class="rockskippostbioname">Rockpaw</div> <div class="rockskippostbioinfo">It's already a knot, so ready or not<br>I'm gonna try to untie it, though it's terribly taut.<br>So it won't be for naught, I'll give it all that I've got,<br>To untie the un-untieable knot</b></div>

<div class="rockskippostcontent"><p>The sun was burning hot and bright overhead, but Rockpaw didn't mind. Honestly, he loved the heat. It could be Green Leaf <i>all year long</i> so far as he was concerned. None of that awful cold he vaguely remembered from when he was a tiny little kit.<p>The silver tom was carrying a bundle of soft grasses in his mouth; it was the kind that the cats frequently used to line their nests. However, he wasn't headed into camp. Instead, he was taking his little package of bedding out towards the edge of the territory, near the corner where Fourtrees, RiverClan, and WindClan lands all met.<hr></div>